A notion that captivated all in attendance.

Very well, with Lord Sirill leading the charge.

I am willing to partake in this plan, one individual declared, breaking the silence.

Chapter 263.

The Federal Accord.

Very well, I too acquies.

One individual spoke, prompting the others present to voice their agreement as well.

The number of those in concurrence had already surpassed half.

All seated here are astute individuals.

Sirill, by articulating this matter, had prepared himself entirely.

There was no room for descent.

Those in opposition would likely find it challenging to exit this chamber.

Mr.

Fielding, do you have any further contributions? Sirill inquired, directing his gaze towards the bloodline noble Fielding, who sat beside the city lord.

The implication of their seating arrangement was clear to all.

Henceforth, Sirill would serve merely as the nominal lord of Pearl City, with significant decisions to be dictated by the will of the bloodline.

In a flickering candle light, fielding s pallet skin appeared almost ghostly.

A slight smile graced his lips as his fangs subtly emerged.

He began distributing the sacred blood among the attendees, proclaiming, "These are gifts from the Duke.

You shall not become bloodlines, yet you may possess a fragment of their power.

At that moment, a young man stepped from the shadows, holding a golden goblet filled with a crimson liquid.

His presence immediately captivated the attention of all.

Everyone recognized him as the son of the ailing Lord Sirill, now fully recovered, smiling as he served the liquid to each person present.

The sacred blood has bestowed upon me the gift of rebirth, and it feels splendid.

You should express your gratitude to my father and to Mr.

Fielding," the young man declared.

The attendees nodded in agreement.

Yet, an unsettling aura emanated from the young man's smile, sending chills through their hearts.

They held their goblets, the metallic scent of blood overwhelming.

"What troubles you, esteemed guests? The Lord has prepared a feast for all," Fielding remarked, his smile unwavering.

"This blood would not transform individuals into bloodlines.

Rather, it served as an effective means of control.

Once consumed, it would gradually convert them into faint bloods, highly addictive in nature.

Postconumption, dependence would ensue, which is why the bloodlines need not fear the faint bloods fleeing or betraying them.

Under Fielding's encouragement, the assembly ptook of the sanguin libation.

The viscous liquid coursed down their throats, an agonizing energy flooding every corner of their being.

The drinkers clutched their throats, emitting pain howls that echoed for several minutes.

Once the cacophony subsided, the attendees rose once more.

The once pungent liquid began to taste sweet, with some even licking the remnants from their goblets.

Haha.

Fielding laughed heartily.

The scene before him bore an uncanny resemblance to the past.

On a similar night, the lord had summoned all the nobles of the city to partake in this very potion.

He recalled how he had screamed, losing his voice for days before gradually recovering.

However, these individuals had merely transformed into faint bloods yet to fully become bloodlines.

Mr.

Fielding, what comes next? Sirill asked, his expression neutral in a hush tone.

A celebration is in order, for you all are about to attain eternal life, Phil Ding proclaimed.

Very well, let us proceed, for the banquet has been prepared.

Sirill rose and made his way towards the dining hall.

The others, having shed their initial trepidation, now felt empowered and content within themselves.

They followed closely behind Sirill, advancing toward the banqual.

Meanwhile, outside the narrow vertical window, a skeletal gray sparrow flapped its wings and quietly departed in a dense forest outside Plur City.

Fonhow relinquished his divine state and sat up.

He unzipped the tent and stepped outside where a meticulously organized army of the undead awaited.

They've been stationed there for over an hour, merely waiting for Fong how to awaken and issue his commands.

My lord, Lu Lee has returned with a substantial hall.

Domigo reported having kept vigil outside the tent.

Funhao had instructed Lu Lee to investigate the city lord essentially assigning her task.

He possessed the strength to overthrow Plur City.

The existence of evidence had become irrelevant.

As long as he was convinced that Sirill posed a threat to him, he had the means to eliminate him.

"Where is she?" he inquired.

"Over there?" Domiga gestured to the side.

Fungho nodded and proceeded in the direction of Lu Lee.

With Domiga closely following to ensure his protection in the distance, he spotted Lu Lee and Inja huddled together, rummaging through something.

Before them lay an exaggeratedly large package.

There's nothing of value here.

And Jao remarked, "What do you mean there is nothing? Is NT this worth something?" Lu countered.

How much is this really worth? Have you ever seen anything of true quality? Perhaps your expectations are too high.

Fong Hao interjected as he approached the two.

Ah, Lui exclaimed, startled, her fur bristling at the sudden presence of Fong Hao.

She exhaled deeply upon recognizing him, slightly anxious amidst the surrounding undead army.

Indeed, she replied, emptying the contents of the package onto the ground where they scattered widely.

I visited the city lord's study and bedroom and brought everything back.

Fong house surveyed the items strewn about.

He had initially anticipated that they might have cleared out Sirill's residence.

After sifting through the belongings, he discovered no artifacts related to the blood clan.

Instead, a particular document caught his attention.

The Ba Chong Lein Bang agreement.

The topic of the human city federation was not new to Fongghao and curiosity peaked within him.

He opened the document and began to read earnestly.

After a thorough perusal, he gained some insight into this federal system among humans.

The citystates were established through a covenant whereby the various citystates within the region united to form a formidable alliance to collectively fend off external threats to humanity.

It was this federal structure that afforded humans a degree of influence in the region.

Upon consenting to become a member of the Federation, all parties shall sign this agreement, thereby affirming their identities and committing to the governance established by the Federation.

When Fongo observed that the Federation would not interfere with the replacement of the city lord, a look of joy spread across his face.

Thus, it seemed that as long as he appointed a city lord in accordance with the Federation's regulations, they would refrain from meddling in the affairs of Pearl City.

This was indeed a fortuitous circumstance, alleviating many potential complications ahead.

How about it? Does this assist you? asked Lu Lee, sitting nearby, with an eager expression.

It's decent, Fonggha replied.

I can build a house.

Hooray.

Thank you, Lui exclaimed with delight.

Lu Le's loyalty towards you has increased by five points.

Current loyalty 75.

The rise in Lu Le's loyalty by five points marked a significant enhancement.

Fongo smiled slightly, rising to address Domiga and Anja.

Prepare yourselves.

Tonight we shall seize Pearl City.